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Friday, June 5, 2015

Murmansk Chapters 23, 24, & 25

Every week or so I will be putting up an advance chapter or two of my newest International Thriller...

Murmansk! You can of course find the earlier chapters further down the page.The book should be

published around July of this year!

**Note this is first draft so be gentle LOL :-)

Chapter 23

December 10, 2000

“We have
captured the operatives moy Rukovoditel,” Ivan smirked as he entered the room,
“The plane will be on the ground within the hour.”

“Bra,” Noon
replied with a nod. (Good)

“How many are
there?”

“Three, two men
and a woman. We think the woman was just brought along as an interpreter,
although she is the daughter of the leader of the mission.”

Noon Byrk stared
out the window as she received the details of the abduction. A thin smile
graced her lips as Ivan talked; the plan was coming together nicely.

“A daughter?”
she asked suddenly, turning then to face Ivan when that detail made its way
into her thoughts. “This is good; she can be an additional incentive for the
men to follow our instructions to the letter.”

Making her way
to her desk, Noon sat down in the chair and glanced up at Ivan. “Do you know
their names? The father and daughter?”

Ivan lifted a
clipboard to his face.

“The woman is
called Ab-by. The man’s name is Ga-bri-el, but the pilot reports that the girl
called him Gabe.”

Noon nodded
thoughtfully before reaching forward and pulling a notepad toward her. Taking
up a pencil, she started slowly crafting a note in English. When she had
finished, she ripped the note off of the pad and handed it to Ivan.

“Separate the
woman and take her to Gregor’s place and leave her there along with the note. I
will phone him with instructions.”

“Stay with the
original plan, they are still the bait in our little fishing expedition.”

Nodding, Ivan
turned to leave. Although he didn’t always understand the strange English
phrases the woman used, he understood fishing.

He also
understood the need to leave the room before she caught him staring at her
perky breasts bulging through the tight sweater she wore.

Chapter 24

December 10, 2000

Slap!

“Son of a
bitch!” Abby exclaimed, jerking herself upright. Bringing her hand to her face,
she felt the hot welt as she took in her surroundings. She was on a cot in a
small, cold storage room. A fat man stood over her, a sneer on his face.

Shaking her head
with a sigh, Abby stood up only to find that her legs were wobbly. Falling
forward, she caught herself on a small, dirty sink. Glancing up, she caught the
reflection of herself in the smeared mirror above the sink. Besides the red
welt on her cheek, her eyes were puffy and her hair was a tangled mess.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself, “I may need more than a minute to fix this!”

Finding a hair
band in her pocket, she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to
straighten it somewhat before pulling it back in a ponytail. Looking at herself
again, she could only sigh.

“This is going
to be one long-assed night!”

Chapter 25

December 10, 2000

The two snowmobiles
whined to a stop in front of the shack, each one dragging a sled behind it.

Shutting off the
engine, Ivan dismounted and moved to the sled behind his snowmobile before
starting to untie his package. The other man with him on the trip, Alexie, did
the same. When they had both of the packages freed, Alexie moved to Ivan’s sled
to help move his into the abandoned research facility.

Lugging the body
bag in through the doorway, Ivan chose a spot and dropped his end. As Alexie
did the same, Ivan unzipped the bag and started dragging Gabe out of it.

With that done,
they headed back outside for the other one.

“Eto bol’shoy!”
Alexie panted when they were half way back to the building. (This is a big one!)

Ivan ignored the
comment, concentrating instead on moving the dead weight across the deep snow.

Kicking open the
door, Ivan slipped when he stepped onto the now-slick concrete floor.

“Der’mo! (Shit!)” he exclaimed as the bag tumbled
onto him.

Sliding out from
under the weight, he and Alexie pulled the bag a few feet farther into the room
before dropping it. Alexie immediately knelt down beside the bag and pulled at
the zipper.

Suddenly the
room filled with a growl as Preacher rose from the bag and wrapped his huge
hands around Alexie’s neck. Filled with terror, Alexie tried to push away from
the madman, but he couldn’t find a purchase on the slick concrete.

Starting to see
stars from the lack of air, Alexie was almost unconscious when he heard it.

The room filled
with the BOOM of a gun…and then Preacher
let go of his neck as he fell back to the floor. As Alexie squirmed away from
the man, he could see the spread of blood forming on the man’s shoulder.

Looking to the
side, he noticed Ivan slipping his revolver back into its holster.

“That should
take care of that one,” Ivan grinned. “Come on, we need to get back.”

Quickly folding
the body bags, the men then exited the building and made their way to the
snowmobiles.

As the whine of
the motors receded from the building, the cold and silent darkness of the
arctic engulfed the scientific outpost. Were it not for the shallow breathing
of the two men inside, there would be no sign
of life within miles.